He told her that all a floating life owes is death. Little did he know, he still owed her the desolation of the rest of his life.
After he left, she often thought that if she knew that their love was a foregone conclusion at that time, why would she fall in love with another person thousands of times.
If so, if there is another life, I just hope that he can still be that clear-faced young man, and she can accompany him to see the stars and rivers, and the changes in life. From now on, the world will grow old, regardless of the impermanence of the world.